"Along with Trisha’s, Quo Vadis, Ronnie Scott’s, Bar Italia, The Toucan, L’Escargot, Maison Bertaux, The French House, I Camisa & Son and The Coach and Horses, Bar Bruno is proof that there’s actually quite a few “last bastions of old Soho” left. Still, it is the only surviving Italian caff in a neighborhood once overflowing with them, not counting Bar Italia, which doesn’t serve fry-ups. The place is the closest thing Soho has to a cafeteria these days, and although a lot of its period features have been revamped, the dining room’s gorgeous, wrap-around Chesterfield booth seating is still going strong. Bruno attracts a delightfully mixed crowd: cabbies eating omelettes and ham, egg and chips; office workers grabbing sandwiches to eat at their desk. On a first visit, try the spaghetti Napoli, which is less “trattoria” and more “red sauce joint” and features no less than one metric ton of pasta." - Isaac Rangaswami
